Lu Mingfei starts from Douluo.

Feng Xiaotian could sense that his most skillful and elegant style seemed to have suddenly been enveloped by some kind of will that was resisting his use.

"How is this possible!" Feng Xiaotian was shocked. He hadn't even recovered from the impact of the dragon's might just now. His body was trembling in the air. If he hadn't been gliding down, he probably would have lost control and fallen from the sky.

Lu Mingfei held his heavy sword high with both hands, his wisps of hair trembling in front of his eyes. Using the sword as the eye of the storm, a tornado more than ten meters high howled across the arena, and even the audience could feel the oppressive feeling of the gale hitting their faces.

"Oh my God!" This was the thought in everyone's mind.

Perhaps the power of this tornado is no match for any powerful thousand-year soul technique, but in terms of visual effects, it is absolutely breathtaking.

Feng Xiaotian adjusted his descent angle to avoid the range of the tornado's wave attack. Although this would reduce the power of the move, it would at least allow him to regain his balance. However, when he finally managed to get close to Lu Mingfei and was about to unleash his first attack, he was instantly stunned by what he saw.

"Wind King's Iron Hammer!" Lu Mingfei slashed down with the heavy sword a step ahead of time.

The howling wind and powerful pressure swept past Feng Xiaotian's ears. As a member of Shenfeng Academy, he never imagined that one day he would see an invisible gale stretched like dough and then violently slashing out.

That's a scene that only appears in mythology, where gods wielding gales and swords descend upon the earth, bringing the wrath and judgment of the heavens!

Even though Feng Xiaotian had folded his wings immediately, he was still caught in the gale's pressure and crashed heavily to the ground in a sorry state.

The gravitational potential energy he had prepared for unleashing his self-created soul skill became the main cause of his severe injury.

Lu Mingfei's swing might have been nothing more than a blow to a power-type Soul Master standing on the ground, but for a flight-type Soul Master who flies with wings, it would be a catastrophe, as they would face an uncontrolled and accelerating fall, like a high-altitude bungee jump without any safety measures.

The gale suddenly dissipated, and the high-density airflow suddenly expanded, creating a cool breeze rising from below, abruptly sweeping away the noise from the entire stadium.

However, what followed was an even more enthusiastic shouting.

The exhibition match ended in just two moves, but the impact it had on the team was unparalleled by any other team competition.

Those guys who were recording Lu Ming's non-combat data all started yawning at the same time.

These guys are bottomless monsters; they'd better not bother asking for trouble.

Chapter 155 Teasing

"Why do I feel like he just casually swatted a fly?"

Ma Hongjun stared in disbelief as he gave his comments on watching the game.

The Shrek team, standing on the edge of the arena, originally thought that Feng Xiaotian was at least a captain-level figure and could at least hold his own against Lu Mingfei. However, they did not expect that he would be defeated in just two moves.

"Fatty, I swear I really want to sew your mouth shut." Dai Mubai patted Ma Hongjun on the shoulder and gave him a knowing look.

You, a mere Soul Venerable, say such things? Do you really think you're Lu Mingfei, able to treat the Soul Sect like a piece of cabbage?

However, Ma Hongjun's words do reflect the sentiments of many participating team members.

Those who can participate in the competition are not ordinary people; they have basic discernment. Feng Xiaotian's speed alone is enough to make everyone take him seriously, and his move that descends from the sky should not be underestimated.

It was only because he was facing that man that he appeared so vulnerable.

That man, who was both godlike and demonic, and terrifying in every way, defeated Feng Xiaotian using the wind attribute, which was the most proficient skill of the Divine Wind Academy. He was simply a devil, okay?

Feng Xiaotian rolled over, looking at the clear sky and hearing Lu Mingfei's cheers in his ears, but his heart remained completely calm.

Lost.

He had expected this.

But losing in this way was still far beyond his imagination.

His self-created soul skill was over before he could even use it; the thrilling battle he had been looking forward to was nothing but wishful thinking.

"well enough?"

Lu Mingfei stepped forward and extended his hand to Feng Xiaotian. Although he had seen many hot-blooded fools like this, he still couldn't bring himself to dislike them.

"Thank you!"

Feng Xiaotian grasped Lu Mingfei's hand and stood up from the ground. Looking at the black-haired boy who was a head shorter than him, he was filled with emotion.

So this is the real genius; even a slight exertion is his limit.

"That was a great play." Lu Mingfei wasn't good at comforting people; he could only offer a few words from his heart.

At the Soul Master stage, Feng Xiaotian's achievement is already quite impressive. Even Yu Tianheng would likely find it difficult to be his match.

"Losing is losing, but thank you anyway." Feng Xiaotian took a deep breath and laughed heartily. He was never one to be a sore loser.

"Okay, goodbye then." Lu Mingfei breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this and turned to leave.

People like Tang San are a minority. It's just a loss in a game. Who would be so petty about it?

“That’s right, goodbye!” Upon hearing Lu Mingfei’s words, Feng Xiaotian’s face once again revealed that fighting spirit.

Lu Mingfei was walking when he was almost startled by Feng Xiaotian's voice behind him.

His words were indeed just casual words of comfort, but the final goodbye sounded like the best encouragement to Feng Xiaotian.

The words reached Feng Xiaotian's ears; it was an invitation for him to face off again at the pinnacle of the finals.

"I disappointed you with my performance today. Next team competition, I will definitely show you my true strength." Feng Xiaotian shouted at Lu Mingfei's departing figure.

Lu Mingfei didn't turn around, just waved to acknowledge the challenge, then picked up his suit jacket, slung it over his shoulder, and strode away from the arena.

Please, he really doesn't understand this kind of plot where hot-blooded idiots inexplicably get fired up. If he doesn't leave soon, he's afraid he'll get infected too.

Watching Lu Mingfei's nonchalant and carefree departure, Feng Xiaotian suddenly felt a surge of excited anticipation.

He had often heard people say that being born in the same era as Lu Mingfei was a misfortune for their generation of young soul masters, but today he only wanted to say that a true man should act like this.

If they've never witnessed such splendor, what's the point of remaining frogs in a well for their entire lives?

Many Soul Masters share the same idea as Feng Xiaotian; the higher the peak, the more attractive it is to climb and challenge.

This Soul Master Tournament, destined to be recorded in history, officially kicked off in such a thrilling atmosphere.

--

After the exhibition match ended, the emcee announced the successful conclusion of today's opening ceremony, and the audience began to disperse in an orderly manner.

Lu Mingfei didn't go back to the VIP table. Instead, he continued to sit on the sofa in the waiting room. With 80,000 people leaving, he would probably be squeezed like a snail. Since he didn't have anything else to do, he figured it was better to wait a while before leaving.

He had already spoken to Yu Tianheng beforehand, asking them to wait for him outside the VIP passage.

However, before he could wait for most of the audience to leave, Xue Qinghe had already entered the waiting room.

"Brother Lu, you've really had a hard day." Xue Qinghe's smile was brighter than a flower, and his eyes were incredibly innocent and sincere.

"Your Highness, you flatter me. I am just a brick in the academy, ready to be moved wherever needed." Lu Mingfei didn't even stand up, crossing his legs and speaking in a businesslike tone with a blank expression, showing no respect whatsoever.

Do you really think that Lu is someone without a temper?

Xue Qinghe naturally sensed the sarcasm and dissatisfaction in Lu Mingfei's words and continued with a smile, "Today's exhibition match was made with my best efforts. How can Brother Lu view me like this?"

Lu Mingfei sneered inwardly: "Good intentions? Nobody believes that. I think you're the one with ulterior motives, aren't you?"

"Then I really have to thank Your Highness." Lu Mingfei retorted sarcastically. Anyway, it was only a few months left, so it didn't matter if he didn't give Xue Qinghe any face.

"You're welcome. We're brothers, this is what I should do." Xue Qinghe looked righteous and obliged.

Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes at him, his meaning clear in his eyes and words: Who said we're brothers? Stop trying to get close to me. Do you think I'm as stupid as Xue Beng?

"It seems I've misunderstood you too much, Brother Lu." Xue Qinghe sighed dramatically. "Have you forgotten that we had a heart-to-heart talk last time? Brother Lu, weren't you already preparing to graduate and continue traveling across the continent?"

Lu Mingfei nodded. He wanted to see what Xue Qinghe could come up with.

"You travel the continent without wanting to join any faction, but you still need money for food, clothing, lodging and transportation when you're out and about, right? Especially with Brother Lu's appetite, how much of the more than 10,000 gold soul coins you saved up in the Great Soul Arena is left?" Xue Qinghe raised an eyebrow, clearly very familiar with Lu Mingfei's financial situation.

"You'll eventually have to get married and have children to support your family and maybe even build your own clan. How can you manage without money? Are you planning to just sit around and do nothing, or wait until you're completely broke before selling yourself to support your family?"

Xue Qinghe winked at Lu Mingfei: "That's why I made this suggestion, to help Brother Lu replenish his little treasury."

After saying that, he walked directly to Lu Mingfei's side, and held out a bright amethyst prepaid card in his left hand, blatantly in front of Lu Mingfei's eyes.

"One hundred thousand gold soul coins, this is Brother Lu's appearance fee just now, you're welcome."

Chapter 156 Killing Intent

"How much?...Ten...Ten thousand!"

In the past, every summer vacation, my aunt would watch all kinds of Korean dramas at home. Every time the domineering CEO in the drama handed a check to the female lead, she would exclaim with her eyes shining, "So handsome!" and then look at my uncle and sigh.

The uncle could only scratch the back of his head and tactfully drink water to cover his embarrassment.

Lu Mingfei thought to himself, "Only middle-aged housewives would be so pragmatic."

But now he has to say, Xue Qinghe, you're a real heartthrob.

As the saying goes, poverty breeds cunning, while wealth fosters conscience.

In the past, when he was short of money at his aunt's house, he always had to find ways to outsmart his meager allowance.

Sometimes, she would even walk to the market just to save the bus fare from the money her aunt gave her so she could go online.

Since accumulating over 10,000 gold soul coins in the Great Soul Arena a few years ago, he has come to believe that he has become a noble, pure person who has transcended base desires.

But looking at the prepaid card with a total of 100,000 gold soul coins in front of him, he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.

Although what Xue Qinghe said in the second half had nothing to do with him, who wouldn't like to get paid?

If I had known the appearance fee was 100,000 gold soul coins, I would have at least dragged it out for three minutes to make everyone feel that it was worth the money!

"Brother Xue, you should have said so earlier." Lu Mingfei snatched the card from Xue Qinghe's hand.

Xue Qinghe smiled slightly, used to Lu Mingfei's changing expressions. Having known Lu Mingfei for so many years, she always knew a bit about his weaknesses.

Either be sincere or genuine.

However, his smug expression quickly changed, because that bastard Lu Mingfei actually patted his chest in excitement.

The key point is that it wasn't just patted, it was patted twice.

“But I still have to say, I’m quitting after this job.” Lu Mingfei didn’t notice Xue Qinghe’s sudden change in expression and continued, “By the way, it seems the prize for the champion of this Soul Master Competition is also one million gold soul coins, right?”

"Yes, that's right." Xue Qinghe nodded with a stiff smile: "Brother Lu, I congratulate you in advance on your fortune."

"Actually, I'm not confident about winning; it all depends on luck." Lu Mingfei shook his head. He was used to these kinds of compliments, but to be on the safe side, he decided not to make any promises.

He couldn't even imagine how strong the Spirit Hall was that could keep that pure-blooded true dragon named Di Tian hiding in the Star Dou Great Forest instead of launching a counterattack against humanity. What if something unexpected happened during the competition? Wouldn't he be slapped in the face?

“Then I believe Brother Lu must be very lucky.” Xue Qinghe’s face darkened. “I have something to do, so I’ll be leaving now. Brother Lu should go find your teammates.”

After saying that, he turned around and left the waiting room.

"Oh, Brother Xue, take care." Lu Mingfei waved goodbye from behind without realizing it. This was a lucky charm, so he should be polite.

Although he felt that Xue Qinghe's expression was a bit strange when he left, he didn't think too much about it. Anyway, he had already gotten the money. The mighty Tian Dou royal family wouldn't make him return it, would they?

Once Lu Mingfei saw that most of the audience had left, he leisurely walked out of the VIP passage and greeted Yu Tianheng and the others.

"We ordinary folks are really happy today!" Lu Mingfei actually prefers a simple life. Now that he's made a fortune, of course he has to treat himself to a good meal to celebrate.

--

In contrast to Lu Mingfei's simple and lighthearted demeanor, the master's face was filled with worry and gloom.

Neither he nor the academy's teachers attended the opening ceremony today; they left everything entirely to Tang San.

But when everyone returned, they brought him the news that Lu Mingfei had played an exhibition match. When he first heard it, he was thinking that the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy was so foolish as to expose its own trump card strength.

After hearing the battle report, he fell silent again. Lu Mingfei's third soul skill was wind attribute, which was in line with his initial prediction. However, he killed a powerful Soul Master with just one soul skill, which made him worry about Tang San.

He knew very well just how astonishing Tang San's determination to defeat Lu Mingfei had been these past few days.

His concern wasn't whether Tang San could defeat Lu Mingfei, but rather what Tang San would do in order to defeat Lu Mingfei.

This final is being held in Spirit City, the home ground of the Spirit Hall. If Tang San loses control and exposes his identity, even if Haotian Douluo intervenes, it will be difficult to protect him.

"Haotian Douluo, do you really think Xiao San can defeat Lu Mingfei this time?" Grandmaster hesitated for a long time before speaking. Tang Hao was the only one who knew Tang San's full strength.

Tang Hao was silent for a moment before slowly saying, "Actually, I'm not sure either, but we have no choice but to trust the mistress now."

"I believe he can defeat Lu Mingfei and regain his confidence, and I also believe that even if he loses to Lu Mingfei, he can continue to bounce back."

"Didn't you see it too? His efforts and determination to catch up with Lu Mingfei?"

“That’s precisely why I’m worried.” The master sighed. “Xiao San is too persistent. If he loses after preparing so meticulously for so long, the blow to him will be devastating…”

The master didn't say the second half of his sentence, but Tang Hao understood what he meant.

Whether it's the potential risks of defeating Lu Mingfei, or the subsequent setback that would cripple Tang San after being defeated by Lu Mingfei, both pose significant challenges to Tang San's growth.

"No, this time, everything will come to a conclusion." Tang Hao's weathered face suddenly turned serious. His body couldn't hold on much longer, and before that, he had to pave the way for Tang San's future.